"I hope I'm not bothering you. I know you must be busy with work." Giovanni laid down his empty plates and bowls to one side of the room, leaving most of the space cleared up to allow the girl to settle herself down on the floor.

"I was just gathering up the laundry, it's not something that takes me long to do." She dismissed his concerned demeanour, looking around the space that seemed to have been fairly organised since her past visit. As her eyes trailed the corners and sides of the surroundings, her gaze fell on an oven that quietly sat at one space between the converging walls. 'So that's the magical chicken burner.' She humoured in her mind as she noticed the male approaching her.

"I wanted to have someone who can taste some of the desserts I made. Mind if you spare a second?" The girl perked up at the offer of sweetness and straightened her back in preparation before vigorously nodding.

"Yes! I can definitely spare some time." She excitedly chirped, bouncing her body impatiently as the boy responded with the same positivity.

"Perfetto! I'll bring the cakes and cannolis." He gladly exclaimed, detaching himself from the female to approach a covered tray on one of the tables.

The girl assessed her cosy surroundings, thoughtfully calculating how much work it would take to clean the area. Noting each stacked pile of plates, dishes, cups, bowls and utensils, she noticed the area to be less chaotic once the platters were neatly accumulated in chunks. Her mind soon was directed towards her company as she scooted back to allow a covered, large tray to be settled in front of her. "Oh wow, how many did you bake?" (Y/n) vehemently fidgeted, trying to abstain from touching the cover to reveal the desserts.

"Just a few..." He modestly mumbled before lifting up the cloth to unveil the rainbows of fruity and sweet pastry that were packed together in their overlapping plates, stacked next to each other in a ballet of chromatic and pastel colours stored together on the single space. (Y/n)'s eyes glistened with intrigue and excitement as she stared over each item of food.

"This is amazing!" She exclaimed, internally picking out which presentation would be the first to be tasted. Giovanni self-consciously blushed at the enthusiastic compliments before he lifted up a soft, green piece of cake to hand it towards the eager female who immediately stuck a fork into the fluffy material.

Lifting it towards her mouth, she expressed her gratitude towards the offering before taking the entire small quantity past her lips. The moment the cooked pastry touched her tongue, she felt her throat immediately protest as she was forced to gag out the vile taste. "What the hell is that?!" She gurgled, trying to find any liquid within reach to wash away the disgust as a malodorous smell became prominent from the goods she had the misfortune of consuming.

Giovanni nervously took the plate back before quickly handing the girl a glass of water to quench the unpleasant aftertaste. "I'm sorry! I thought I would try something different with the recipe, but I guess it was a fail..." The girl raised her eyebrow at the sugar-coated prominence of her distaste.

"What was in there?" She irritably questioned, making the boy wince slightly at her bitter response.

"Well, I thought carrot cake was a great dessert so I thought I could try making a recipe with another vegetable." His uncomfortable fidgeting and disheartened slumping softened the female's attitude as she was hit with his genuine downheartedness.

"What did you even try?" Inquiring on the ingredients, the male slightly hesitated on revealing the unbearable taste to the sweet and bitter dessert.

"Brussel sprouts." The male whispered, earning an unamused stare from the girl. Giovanni immediately threw the cake away into a nearby bin before retracting his entire body inwards in a shell of his own.

She tried to give him an optimistic smile that forced its way on her face. "That's fine. Maybe we can try something more mild next time." She suggested, hoping to impede any other creation that will cause a strong disagreement with her taste buds. Giovanni quickly offered her a second plate with a dark, carob coloured pastry which oozed out warm, light caramel from its topping.

The female found its appearance and smell much more appetising compared to its predecessor and looked towards the boy for assurance. "Try to replace the taste with this." (Y/n) hesitantly took the plate in hand as she inspected and reluctantly sniffed the offered goods.

Holding the fork up to her lips, she slowly parted her mouth before unwillingly placing a piece of the cake at her tongue to be tactfully taste tested. As it lay delicately on her muscle, a drift of redemption and bliss rippled through her senses as she satisfyingly chewed on the dessert without the hovering uncertainty of its mysterious ingredients. The sweetened cream and soft sponge of pastry melted in her mouth as the dissolving texture tickled the inside of her cheeks and played with her taste buds, right before being sent down her throat to serenade the rest of her body.

"Ah, this is much better. Why didn't you give me this from the start?" She whined before taking another spoonful of the delectable substance. Giovanni gave a relieved smile before habitually swirling his fingers at her complementary undertone. The girl proceeded to begin her progression in devouring the rest of the cake, before she was hastily stopped by the male.

"Save some space for the rest. I depend on you to give me input for the rest of the cakes." He gently took the plate out of the female's hands before handing her a navy coloured piece with soft cream layering the centre. "This one was inspired by the macaron recipe, it took me a few days to actually prepare."

As the female complied with his testing wishes, she took the moment of serene intake to speculate around herself, finding many entertainments along the lines of her gazes. "You like to indulge yourself in a lot of things." Giovanni responded to her comment with a blank look before he began trailing her sights on the variations of video games, mass amounts of books, piles of movies and numerous amounts of entertainments.

Giovanni self-consciously smiled before regarding her with slight humour to her observant comment. "I love trying out new things." He joyfully expressed, looking around at some of the items that, despite serving him amusement for a short period of time, managed to create some satisfaction while they lasted. "I'm always looking for something that feels right for me to do. Cooking is one of those things, that's why I'm so passionate about it."

(Y/n) kept her interested glance directed at the male as his small, uncertain smile lingered on his lips. She took a taste of a new slice of cake as her thoughts became too distracted to fully savour the sweet dessert. "Would you like to take on a career in cooking in the future?" She questioned the male, taking him out of his drifting state.

Giovanni took a moment to think his resolve through before dismissively shaking his head. "Haha, no, not really. Cooking is just a very dear hobby I have. I simply love food, that's all." He shrugged off with a playful smile as the female continued eating the rest of the goods, lending him helpful comments on each one.

As the female took a small bite out of an exquisitely detailed, white creamed chunk of one of the many displays of dishes, her entire skin crawled with delight while the fondant flowers and sugar crystals melted on her tongue. Her eyes immediately lightened in adoration as she proceeded to take forkful after forkful of the delight on the plate. After ignoring Giovanni's requests to change pastries, she vehemently declined before cramming the rest into her mouth. "This one tastes so good!" She joyfully exclaimed, licking her lips in satisfaction before focusing all her jubilance on the male before her. An idea seemed to be ringing in her head, intently scratching her eagerness once the advantageous scene began playing in her head. "Giovanni! Please teach me how to bake this one!" The male gave her a bewildered stare before his gaze was sanctioned by the impatient girl on looking towards the empty plate that once held the ivory piece of pastry.

The boy stared at the platter that now only contained scratches and scrapes of icing and caramel to indicate that there was ever a glazed item on the porcelain. "You want me to...teach you how to make the cake?" His delicate voice came out low and hushed tone, unsure whether he had heard her correctly or what reaction to give out.

(Y/n) urgently nodded her head before retracting a bit in her eagerness to stilt her enquiry. "My little sister's birthday is coming up in less than a month, and I really want to make her something that she'll like in case I don't have the money to buy her a gift." Giovanni's mood slightly lightened as the tension in his body eased at the heartfelt request. "So is it possible you can teach me to make a cake for her?" The male gave the girl a warming smile before he confirmed his answer with nodded to his head.

"I'd love to. I don't get to share my hobby with people that often. I'll be quite happy to." The female delivered a relieved grin as she took the male's hand to briskly shake it with exhilaration.

"Thank you so much Giovanni! I can't tell you how much I appreciate it." The male's cheeks slightly tinted out of self-consciousness as he rubbed his neck for gentle comfort.

"Would you like to start now? I'll-" Lifting himself up on his knees to prepare to stand up, the male unintentionally launched a plate of chocolate cake off his lap, making it splatter on the girl's jeans as it found itself travelling through gravity to find the targeted spot. Giovanni froze on the spot as the girl gave an inconvenienced frown before she was nearly thrown back as a disquieted face pleadingly cornered her own features. "Mi dispiace! I wasn't thinking! Perdonami! It's my fault, I'm really clumsy and incompetent sometimes! Just don't move, I'll clean it!" As the male rambled away his apologetic replies, he grabbed clumps of tissues and cloths to dab and wipe away at the stain while the female tried to comfort and soothe his worries. As either side tried to take control of the situation, the girl immediately was stunned into silence as the male looked up at her with large, glazed over eyes, rimmed with baby tears. "(Y/n)!" He whined out, his voice trailing away into a small squeak as his company attempted to comfort him.

"W-why are you crying?! It's ok! I can properly clean this once I get home, it won't stain forever!" She rubbed the upset boy's shoulders as his grunts became more unnerved and anxious.

"I'm sorry! Please don't take back your request! I was so happy to help you, I'm so sorry!" The male sulked at a distance as he mumbled regrets and self-deprecations at his accident, switching languages multiple times through the process. Closing in on the downhearted boy, (Y/n) began to pacify the male with reassurance and denial.

"I still want your help, it's fine, please stop crying." The male reluctantly sniffled, unwilling to connect eyes with the girl out of shame.

(Y/n) hummed in wonder, contemplating what course of action would bring about a fruitful response. As she spotted an item that sparked an idea, she apologetically smirked at the boy who remained oblivious to her intentioned. Giovanni felt his instincts hankering him to turn and see the distinct shifting towards the girl's position, and as he rotated around to look at his company, his eyes were only able to take a glimpse of pink frosting before his vision became impaired as his face was smushed against a soft surface.

"Now we're even." The girl retracted the plate that had splattered the male's face with cake, leaving his features covered in a mixture of cream and jam. She suppressed a chuckle, trying to hide her amused smile as the boy began wiping away the food. He expunged the residue of frosting to reveal a relieved smile behind the maroon colour as his tears began drying up. "Sorry about that. But you're not upset anymore so I don't regret it."

Giovanni chuckled a little before using a cloth to blot out and sweep away the excess of the toppings. "I'm glad. I was quite excited to finally have someone around the kitchen." He looked up at the female as a subconscious jested smile appeared on his lips. "You seem to have ideas that can really recreate some new tastes. I think you'll help me experience some new things along the way." His optimistic enthusiasms sprouted a small smile on the female's lips that mirrored his eagerness. "I think you're just the right partner I've been looking for."

(Y/n) positively nodded as she properly stood herself up to stretch, displaying her preparation to depart. "Thank you for the acceptance, Giovanni. I can't wait to get started but I need to go back and gather everyone's laundry and go clean outside so we'll arrange something later." The male's smile slightly dithered at the small disappointment towards the postponed event before nodding in agreement.

"Alright, I'll see you later then." The boy stood up to properly bid the female goodbye as she grabbed his laundry basket before approaching the door. "Addio, (Y/n)." He piped up, politely waving to the leaving girl.

"Ciao." She called back, earning a humoured grin out of the male before closing the door behind her, leaving the boy on his own.

Giovanni proceeded to look around at the mess that consisted on the floor and tray, along with the half empty dishes and felt his motivation declining. "Aww..." He depressingly mumbled out, feeling obligated to clean the abundant repast.

(Y/n) carefully closed the door to the male's room, balancing the basket back in a comfortable position in her arms before turning around to spot a new individual passing through the scene. "Eban! You're back!" She happily declared, approaching the boy who greeted her welcome with a wide smile. "Are you feeling better? When did you get here?" Stopping in front of the male, Eban tilted his head to the side in faultless curiosity, eyeing the girl with innocent suspicion.

"What were you doing in Giovanni's room?" He inquisitively questioned, holding a sedating smile that lightened up the coveted tone of bitterness behind his gentle voice. (Y/n) glanced back at her previous company's quarters before shrugging off any serious explanation. As she prepared to grant him a small synopsis, the boy interjected with his own assumption. "You were taste testing his cakes, huh?" He amusingly chuckled as the girl blankly stared at him with confusion.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Wonderingly interrogating him, the girl watched the boy for an answer of his own at the accurate hypothesis.

Eban raised his eyebrow which complimented his knowing smirk before leaning in towards the girl where he levelled out the range of their faces, surprising her with the proximity he reached before stopping himself inches away from her lips where he breathed in her shaky exhales to create a smirk that stretched out on his features. "Your breath smells like cream and sweets. And..." The girl lightly jolted as she felt a finger brushing past the corner of her lips, retracting to display the slither of icing left on his digit. "This was a dead giveaway too. So you could say I took a wild guess." He playfully grinned at her, allowing the girl to also loosen up her stiff body, realising the humorous tone of the situation.

"Haha, yeah, I guess I wasn't exactly subtle. Thank you for catching that." She gratefully responded as Eban reciprocated her comment with an understanding nod.

"Though I can't help but feel left out. Giovanni is pretty good at making deserts." (Y/n) questioningly stared at him to decipher his disappointed remark before she felt her chin being coaxed to up towards the boy's intrigued irises. Eban held the girl's shocked sights in a deep gaze where he focused his emerald eyes to attentively analyse and become captured in the female's (e/c) hues. "Maybe I can have a bit of what you taste right now."

The girl felt bolted to the spot by her own mind created shackles as she felt his thumb brushing over her lips in a tempted manner. She felt her confusion swirl around in her mind as she tried to forcefully deny the implication he was making, right before the male pulled back with a small, triumphant giggle.

"Haha, just kidding. You're so easy to mess with, I couldn't help it." The boy snickered before waving off his inference as he continued chuckling to himself at her reaction. (Y/n)'s cheeks gained the slightest hint of a pinkish chroma, feeling ashamed and embarrassed for even coming to the suggestive conclusion.

"I don't know if I'll ever get used to your humour. Though, I guess that's the fun in messing with me." She mused back, feeling hopeless at her gullibility as the boy nodded his head in agreement.

"I appreciate you falling for it then." He chimed in, patting her on the shoulder to comfort the played girl. (Y/n) exhaled before straightening back up to gather her composure.

"Well; is there anything else on my face?" She pivoted her head from side to side to allow the male a proper view of any anomalies before he shook his own in confirmation.

"Nope. You're just perfect." His comment gladly assured the girl as she began heading in the other direction to proceed with her work.

"Then I'm off. I have work to do right now but I'd love to talk to you later, ok? Get some rest." She rushed her explanation as she moved down the corridor to where she would descend the stairs, towards the laundry room.

Eban watched her disappearing presence until the last second of her leave before he satisfyingly smiled to himself. He brought up the finger that still possessed the scraped off icing from the female's lips, licking the creamy mixture off while he smirked to himself. "How sweet." He scoffed at the girl's unwary manner as a satisfied smile played on his expression.

(Y/n) placed the last of the basket's laundry inside the washing machine, making sure to separate the coloured and muted colours before taking a deep breath to gather her the work done so far. 'I'm done with Gennai's, Eban's and Giovanni's laundry. Next are the other one.' The girl exited through the laundry room to hurry back towards the second floor before her pace began gradually slowing down with each step, her perception beginning to pick up on a few differences in her surroundings that she had previously ignored.

Looking around herself, the female felt a distinct sense of isolation and emptiness as she gazed around her environment. The emptiness in her surroundings brought on a lost impression as there were noticeable differences from the last time she passed the corridors. As she tried to compare the image in her memory with the ones in reality, her mind finally made the connection of the absent pieces.

'Padraig's statues are gone...' She could only spot a small number of the sculptures lining some areas of the path, while their partners and fellow creations are nowhere to be seen. 'Half of them are gone.' Her observant sights trailed away as she forced herself to focus back on the path at hand. 'I need to get the rest of the laundry. I might as well get the worst out of the way...'

The girl stopped herself in front of the mischievous player's room where she took in a deep breath before pressing against the handle for the door to give way. As she entered the room, she half expected to hear a flamboyant voice ring in her ears, but was instead greeted with silence. Closing the door behind her, she looked around the empty room to notice a few things that struck her; it was cleaner than what she had interpreted and thought her eyes were playing tricks on her only to confirm the mundane looking quarters once she blinked a few times; the male was suspiciously not lurking around, to the extent she could tell, sending her on edge for any sneaking boy that would pop out. The girl quickly glanced around, hoping to finish her tasks off as promptly as possible before spotting the basket of clothing near the male's bed.

'Ok, just run to that basket and get what you need before he gets back.' She assessed the speed of her intents and quickly jogged to the item of interest. Leaning down to pick up the holder, she froze as she heard a door opening to indicate the entrance of a presence. What got her heart plunging was that it wasn't the door to the room itself.

Looking over to the indicative sound, she saw the residence of the quarters entering his room from a connecting entrance, with a towel around his waist and another being used to dry his hair. (Y/n) suppressed a gasp, ducking behind his bed before he had a chance to glance her direction.

'What kind of horrible joke is this?!' She shouted in her mind, unsure of who's blame to despise at that point. 'If he sees me he'll definitely get the wrong idea, and then he'll never let me live it down. He'll mock me, accuse me, make fun of me, I won't have any peace while I keep working here. Why the hell does this guy appear in the most inconvenient of times?!' As she continued quietly venting out in her mind, she heard a distracting tune that stopped her entire brain functions to just concentrate on the male's antics.

"Ah sugar~" He lulled out, making the female furrow her brows in confusion between the small shuffles of clothing.

'Is he...?'

"Ah honey honey~"

'Is he singing?!' She inquired, releasing a silent inhale, feeling time begin to elongate just to mock her situation as she heard the friction of clothing and skin between the lyrics.

"You are my candy girl. And you've got me wanting you~" (Y/n) wanted to grunt out in annoyance, hadn't she reminded herself of her hiding situation. "Are you enjoying the show, Miss (L/n)?" She heard a serious and slightly irritated tone refer to her.

(Y/n) bolted up from her spot, directing her back to the boy before glancing towards his direction to see his lower half covered with pants. Lilito held a teasing smirk on his lips as his eyebrow was arched upwards in an assuming suggestive manner. "How long did you know I was here?" She annoyingly questioned, watching his entire body language sparkle with amusement.

"I was out of the shower by the time I heard the door opening." The male stretched his arms a bit before giving her a muted glance. "I decided I'd give you a bit of entertainment but then I remembered that it was you and it just became boring." Glaring at his roguish intents, the female swiftly picked up the basket of clothing before steadying her tone.

"Do you have any more laundry I need to bring down?" The boy stopped for a moment to think over her offer before bending down to pick up something off the floor to hold up and indicate it's uselessness.

"Yeah, take my boxers while you're at it." He tossed the clothing towards the girl's direction, barely missing her face as she ducked, and placing it inside with the rest of his dirty clothing.

"Don't just throw your filthy underwear at me!" She snapped at him, growling as she began stomping out of the room in a dazed fury.

"(Y/n)?" She heard his soft voice regard her before she had a chance to exit the area.

"What?!" She screamed out in frustration, turning back to give him a pointed scowl.

Lilito averted his mellow eyes as a sad smile appeared on his lips before asking her in an honest, concerned tone his troubled question. "Do I make you uncomfortable...?"

"Yes!" She exhaled her reply, holding some slight disbelief and relief at the realisation he had finally come to.

"Sorry..." Lilito looked down, his fabricated smile only being driven by a habitual mechanism while his vocals were lined with solemn layers that seemed too genuine compared to his natural mannerisms. The girl's temper slowly declined as her mood softened slightly, looking at the apologetic male with a more reasonable attitude.

"...It's not as bad as you think, really." Lilito gave a small scoff to show his understanding doubt. "I'm not upset with the dirty jokes or how energetic you are. Believe me or not, but I find innuendos and inappropriate humour funny. It's just that you find the most inflexible of times to mess around with me and keep bothering me when I clearly tell you to stop. That's the only thing that's bothering me about you. Besides that, you're fine." As she spoke her sincere issues, the male's mood seemed to lift slightly at the critique.

"Haha, sorry, that's just how I am and I sometimes do these things to annoy you on purpose. I do it to everyone so don't take it personally, you can ask Akai, he's my main victim." After amusingly giggling to himself at his self-aware mockery the boy looked over to the female with a happy grin. "But I do honestly want to share a bit of time with you. It's not every day we get to see a new face in the house. Especially someone with a different background from everyone." The boy scratched his head in slight discomfort before voicing his request that he had hidden underneath his overbearing spunk. "Then I'll use some manners and ask that if you do find the time, come and give me some attention ok? And in return, I'll try and leave you alone to do your work."

(Y/n) assessed the situation, watching his genuine demeanour and stringless request, allowing her to think through with a clear mind. The girl breathed in a deep gulp of air before breathing out and placing the basket down on the floor and looking over towards the baffled boy who seemed confused over actions. 'It feels unfair if I neglect him considering I already gave Giovanni my time...' The girl took her phone out to gaze at the time displayed on the screen, dictating whether she had hours to spare or not. 'I've still got time...might as well try at least.' The female crossed her arms in an expecting meaner, looking over at the male to confirm his suspicions. "What do you want to talk about?"

There was an obvious suppression in the boy's behaviour as he had to stop himself from bouncing up like a newborn antelope before approaching the female in an excited manner. "Really?! Ok, ok! I'll try and be appropriate to begin with. I want to ease you in to my world before you get scared, so what do you want to talk about?" The girl smiled at his child-like ambition before trying to figure out questions that would keep the topic clean.

"Well...what do you usually like to watch?" The boy held his smile in a frozen expression as silence followed her inquiry.

"We're not going to keep the boundaries with these kind of questions." He remarked before taking his phone out to wave it in front of her face. "I know, how about I show you the catalogues of girlfriends I have acquired!" The girl gave him a blank stare which dropped his hopes down to the soles of his feet. "...Or maybe not?" He uncertainly squeaked before retracting his phone in disappointment.

The female watched his disheartened state crumple the motivation. She grunted out once she had a chance to carefully think over her actions before taking his mobile and walking over to sit at the edge of his bed. "Well?" She looked over at his stunned face to gesture for him to join her on their journey through the brothel that he calls a phone.

Lilito's eyes sparkled and lightened as he skipped towards his visitor before flinging himself on the bed beside her where he took charge. "Yay! Ok, I'll start with the first album of my sweethearts! Thanks for agreeing to this!" He cheerfully chirped before focusing on his mobile device.

"Whatever helps you buddy." The girl stated, patting the male's naked shoulder before retracting at the unexpected sensation that pressed against the nerves of her fingertips. "What the-?! Why are you ice cold?! I thought you just got out of the shower?" Lilito seemed distracted with rubbing his shoulder where the female had touched him before registering her words of amazement.

"I took a cold shower." He shrugged the inquiry off, focusing back on the phone in his hand before looking over at the girl's weirded features who perplexingly stared at him. "What? It's summer,  it makes sense to cool down a bit." His statement rang true with the female's logistics as she hummed in slight suspicion to the rushed out explanation. "Though that doesn't really matter considering I take them every day of the year."

The girl's eyes widened as her brows arched inwards at the reveal. "Even in winter? Why?" She quizzed, noticing the boy's monochrome expression losing its previous flair.

"I've been doing it for years, I just like it." The male pushed the screen of his phone in front of the girl's face before she had the opportunity to dispute him further. "Here, this album contains 35 profiles of my ladies." The girl raised her eyebrow at the less hyperbolised number of his companions that she anticipated.

"I expected I higher number. This is pretty tamed considering it's you." She commented, looking at the first photo of a young looking female, posing in a kiss with her plump, soft lips.

"That's only because I have them categorised in age. This is just the 15 year olds, everyone else is stored in their respective albums. Now, this is Yumi." He began detailing the displayed female's profile while the girl beside him stared in regretting defeat.

'This will take forever...' She grunted to herself, realising the hole she had dug for herself as she stayed and listened to the boy describing each female that followed one after another.

"Oh, she's pretty." (Y/n) remarked as she looked at the new girl presented to her, completely lost in the number that she represented in the several of dozens upon dozens of other girls on her companion's phone. "She looks familiar." She commented, zooming in to properly assess her recognisable appearance.

"Oh, that's Julie. I think she's the girl that you saw when you first came here. We're no longer together." He repeated the phrase that the girl had been hearing throughout their overview of his past relationships. As he scrolled across the screen, (Y/n) was presented with a fresh face that made her wince slightly.

"God, why all that makeup? That's way too much." She commented, trying to find any natural aspect in her appearance, behind her caked face full of cosmetics.

"Yeah, this is Marico. She's one of those girls who has insecurities with her appearance. It's quite a shame really, she's actually quite a natural beauty. It's a shame it's hidden behind this fake veneer of makeup." He stated with a pitying smile before moving on to the next image which caught both of them off guard as the girl was left staring at the body of an unknown female, which left nothing to the imagination as there were not signs of clothes covering the view.

"Whoa!" The boy quickly snatched the device out of her hands before frantically fiddling with the screen as he nervously tried to laugh off the entire incident.

"Oops! Haha, that was supposed to stay in my private gallery, don't know how it ended up here, ahaha." He trailed off as the female watched him with an unfooled expression before he surrendered on any excuse and simply returned to the rest of the pictures.

As the girl ignored the incident, she looked over to the new lady displayed on the screen before she felt a small wave passing over the surface of the bed while the sounds of laughter erupted through the air. Looking over at the boy beside her, she noticed him rolling around on his duvet as though he had suddenly become sugar high. She stared at his sporadic manner as he continued giggling about like a giddy child.

"Hahaha! This is so fun! I've never had a person I can share my tactics and winnings with. And you're so cool about it too." He amicably mused, looking towards the female who glossed through each album before stopping at a specific one that stuck out amongst the rest.

"What's this one called 'goals'?" She interrogated, handing the phone over to the boy who proudly stared at it with determination over its purpose.

"These are all the sweethearts I'm currently after. I almost have most of them at my final stage before I can move them to the rest of the albums." He complacently declared with a cocky smirk before his audacious smile began slipping away once he saw the girl lifting off the mattress to stretch her legs and arms.

"I think that's enough for now. I need to go back to my work-" Preparing to separate from the charismatic player's company to resume with her schedule, (Y/n) felt a desperate tug on her arm, forcing her to turn around and look towards the obstruction. Lilito held a confused and wounded gaze towards her, displaying his bewilderment over where her excuse had originated from before he managed to find his composure to let her arm go. "Lilito?"

"Are you sure you have to leave? I mean, there's still a tiny bit time left. Maybe we can do something else! I have a few guys on my phone we can look through, just wait." The boy frantically began pressing on his screen as the female stared at him in bafflement at his rushing desperation before her sights got caught on another distraction in the form of a piece of paper laying on his table.

Walking away from the distracted boy, she approached the sheet that was filled with neatly joined writing that she recognised to be the boy's. "In guessing you like writing...?" She commented, reaching out to inspect the piece and read through it, only for her hand to grab onto nothing as the paper was slid out of reach. Looking over towards the boy that had confiscated the sheet before she had a chance to glance over it, he hugged the paper to himself in a defensive manner. "I'm guessing that's a yes..."

Lilito handed her an awkward laugh before scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, it's something I'm quite good at." He modestly said before regaining a more boastful approach to his hobby. "Not to brag or anything but I have won numerous prizes for my poems and stories, as well as get short listed in a few major competitions. Nothing too extravagant." Despite his modest and dismissive coating of his words, the female could see the pompous display radiating off his body.

"Do you have inspirations?" She questioned, seemed to see a new passion sparking inside the boy as he eagerly nodded.

"Shakespeare is one of my idols. I love his plays, sonnets and poems. I'm also a big fan of William Faulkner and one of the great English romantic poets: Percy Shelley." The boy joyfully fidgeted as he became excited with the prospect of sharing his arts and deeper interests with another individual who seemed interested in his passion. "What can I say? The ladies melt once they hear me whisper sweet rhymes into their ears." His sly smile proudly displayed itself on his features as the girl curiously looked back at the piece of paper in his hands.

"Then can you read me that one? It looks interesting." Lilito's features immediately sunk once he noticed the work she was referring to.

"Oh, haha, this thing? Nah, this is something really random I wrote a few days ago. I can read you something else instead, I'll jut go find-" His retreat was interrupted by his guest's demanding manner which swayed his plans a little.

"No, I want you to read me that. Why are you being so secretive about it?" She suspiciously eyed him, blocking his way as he kept attempting to pass her in order to escape and retrieve something else of interest.

"I'm not! I just don't think it's something worth sharing. I haven't even proofread it yet, or polished it. It's just a mess at this point-" He moved towards the left. (Y/n) moved towards his left in return. The male became cornered as the girl suspiciously gawked at him with narrowed eyes.

"I'm sure it's not that bad. I'd love to see what you made." She insisted, unwilling to react with lenience towards the boy's hesitant declines. Lilito bit his lip as small beads of sweat glistened on his brow as he tried to move back.

"Haha, I mean I think it's good but-"

"With the way you're acting you'd think you're writing about me, or something." She gave an off-handed remark, making the boy's heart lurch to his gut where his entire body stiffens as his throat seemed to clench up. (Y/n) raised her eyebrow at his reaction before thoughtfully glaring at him. "Unless..."

"What?! This?! Hahaha!" Lilito burst into laughter before refutably shaking his head, teasingly ruffling the girl's hair as though the mere implication of the possibility being a cute fantasy. "No, no. Don't be silly. I'm just insecure about this one cus I wrote it in the middle of the night. Haha."

"Well it's your fault for making it enticing with the way you're hiding it. I might as well leave if you're not going to show me then." She temptingly declared, turning around before she was predictably held back once again.

"No!" The boy blurted out. Lilito hesitantly glanced down at the paper before swallowing the built up lump in his throat. He quickly led the female to a chair where he urged her to sit down and await for him to gather his bearings. "Ok...ok, fine. I'll show it to you then, just don't try and read too much into it. It's something stupid I wrote because I couldn't fall asleep and I haven't worked on it since." He requested, attempting to bring the girl's expectations down before soothing himself as he broke eye contact with the interested female. "It's called 'Limerence'. It's a one-off poem so I hope it's worth all this trouble."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes at his bitter remark before edging closer to interestingly stare at his work. Lilito took a deep gulp of air, trying to collect himself and build up any sort of confidence inside that would thrive him through the scene, unwilling to make eye contact with the girl. As he raised his voice to a telling one, his words flowed with grace past his lips as he began spouting each line with a delicate tainted layer that was followed through with stacks of others.

"Limerence

Infatuated love
A state of mind, result from a romantic attraction, fervour.

Includes obsessive thoughts and fantasies,
An extensive cerebration, my reverie.

Covet for one's amour
Wish of forming a relationship, to even perpetuate the fondness, with the object of
Love and the illusion that leads to have one's feelings returned.

Churn the dismal passion that grows from repudiation, he blames himself, but also
Inculpates his true craving.

Commendation becomes adulation
yearning to monopolise their attention, caress innocence's crimp curl and rose cheeks, that winsome expression that never finds your gaze.

For limerence leaves only sore wrists from snapped bands and one sided wrangles that
Hurt to bring up.

Denouement?"

Lilito placed down the sheet of paper away from his gaze as he felt a sunken feeling in his chest. He stared at the poem with distrust and repulsion as his mind also tried to decipher what state of consciousness would bring in these new inspirations and what each line meant to him. His deep frown became a contrasting reaction as he heard a grateful voice pipe up from amongst his shrouded mind.

"That's was fantastic Lilito! You really managed to portray an inner struggle in the poem and the way you read it was really capturing." She praised him, completely satisfied with the show she had been given as all the male could do was stare at her in abandoned confusion.

"Inner conflict?" He questioned, baffled she managed to hypothesise on his own words before he could do it himself. (Y/n) gave him a confused look, wondering whether her interpretation was a false assumption.

"Was that not what the poem was about?" She questioned, earning an unreadable gape from the boy before he lowered his gaze as all life seemed to get lost from his form.

"Haha, wow, is it hot in here, or is it just me? Hey, I think I shouldn't waste your time anymore. You've got work to do, I don't want you to get in trouble." He politely assured the girl, gently ushering his confused companion towards the door where she reluctantly picked up the basket of clothing.

"Are you ok? It looks like your soul was sucked out or something. Maybe you should stop taking cold showers..." She humorously joked, concerned over the boy's forced chuckles.

"I'll keep that in mind, haha. Now don't fail at your job newbie, or you'll get fired." He told her as he almost pushed the female out of his room. "Don't go stealing my laundry now. At least not without asking." He mockingly chimed before closing the door to allow his mood to freely plummet in a pool of shadows. Rubbing his shoulder slightly to soothe himself over these new sensations, he rattled his head to rid the concerns in his mind. "Denouement, huh...? Hopefully...?"

(Y/n) perplexingly watched the closed door, under the delusion her worried gaze might reach the boy within before common sense erased any thought of that. Turning her attention back on her duties, her skin felt an indicative tingle to the warmth of her surroundings as she felt the environment becoming thermal in the matter of moments.

"It really is getting warmer." She looked towards one of the balconies where she saw leaves floating through the air as the sunlight was caught in their green grasps. The serenity of her surroundings brought about a new sense of calmness and peacefulness before the silent rustles were interrupted by the sound of furniture breaking, followed by numerous cursing and swearing ringing out like a falling meteor. Looking towards the neighbouring room, the girl was irritatingly reminded of the owner of the deep, frustrated vocals as another furnishing item flew out of the door to deconstruct into pieces on the floor that the female would have to clean up. 'Are you kidding me...?'